Professor Riddle's favorite

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He watches me sleep, during dinner he stares at me from the teacher's table, every free moment he keeps an eye on me, afraid that I will betray him now that he is slowly revealing his plan to me. Suspicion is an emotion he possesses, unlike all the emotions he doesn't seem to know. When he is unable to keep an eye on me, I sense the presence of the other large snake belonging to his collection called Nagini, capable of taking my life with a bite if I betray him. As if my actions do not yet confirm that I am completely faithful to him, he is my salvation, my protector, the only one who finds me worth it. I follow him through the dark corridors of the castle on the way to the library, a few steps apart in case a teacher walks through the corridors. He is no longer the only professor who stares at me, Dumbledore accompanies him during every meal, he looks at me judgingly over his glasses, as if he knows what I am doing, how obsessed I am with the Professor a few chairs away at his table. How I have been completely enchanted by his charms and am no longer able to function without his presence. How I put all my principles aside and am able to do anything as long as he adores me, touches me, takes care of me.I follow him through the library, he stops at a table and stretches his arm, his eyes following my body as it takes a seat on the bench. I look up uncertainly and follow him as he disappears into the dark corner of the library into the darkness. The library is empty, completely deserted while it is normally lively full of students studying and building their future while mine now lies in the hands of the man who disappeared into the darkness. I stare at all the empty tables, every table has once known my presence while I studied with Hermoine, sometimes accompanied by Ginny who does not see learning as her priority and relies on her athletic abilities. I feel his presence interrupt my peace and he pushes a black book in front of me. His hands rest on my shoulders, his fingertips pressing into my collarbone. “Page 333.” My hands slide over the leather cover of the book that I carefully open, holding my breath and letting my eyes fall to the page.Unable to breathe as my eyes take in the words. "Read out loud." His fingers push deeper into my skin, his strength is unprecedented and I cringe under the pressure of his hands while he seems unaware of the uncomfortable feeling I experience because of him."Horcrux." He sighs deeply behind me. "Continue reading." he whispers through clenched teeth, his hands slowly sliding down towards my breasts." A Horcrux an object in wich a witch of wizard hides a fragment of their soul to achieve immortality."His hands slide back up and to my back, he slowly pushes me over the table, the book is pushed out in front of me while my hands follow and I lie across the table, my heart echoes through the wooden table while I try to digest the information from the book. His hands slide over my back on the way to my skirt, which he lifts up with a quick movement. Pushing his erection through his pants against my butt ,he clears his throat. "Read more."His hands leave my back towards his pants and I take a deep breath before im able to read the next lines. "As long as the receptacle stays intact so will the soul fragment , keeping the maker anchored to the world of living." He takes away all the breath I had gathered as he pushes himself inside, his hands resting on my back, trapping me between his grip and the table. "Even if the body suffers fatal damage." He moves his hips and in this position his length is almost unmemorable as he stretches me and pushes himself in as far as he can. His nails dig into my back and I feel my skin breaking. A combination of screams and moans leave my body. "Read."My teary eyes unable to read the letters as drops fill the pages. My body asking for more as it's on the verge of breaking, His length filling me up and leaving an unforgettable feeling with every thrust. His breathing quickens, almost in a growl. My hands try to wipe the tears from my eyes to continue reading." A Horcrux can only be created after comitting....." Unable to let the word roll off my tongue, I squeeze the book in my hands as my body is taken over by his, my moans growing louder and echoing through the empty library.His hand in my hair as he pushes my nose to the book and speeds up his rhythm. "Say it." The letters dance before my eyes, my stomach fills with the overwhelming feeling and his growling becomes louder."murder." The word comes out of my mouth like a moan, which makes him even harsher, completely taken over by the words I said, he pushes my head onto the table on the book that gives me information about my fate.He puts his foot on the bench to make sure he exhausts my body completely, he helps my head up by my hair. "Read more." Because of the rapid movements he makes, my eyes are unable to focus on the letters as I slide up and down the table. "I cant." He leans forward and wraps his arm around my waist, burying his length in my warmth and his lips against my neck. "The supremest act of evil." His words vibrate against my neck, which he bites and I throw my head back and grit my teeth. I feel the skin break under the force of his teeth and he moves his face to my cheek, grinning into it."Followed by a spell and a gruesome ritual." Holding his grin against my cheek, willingly trapped in his arms as my body can't seem to handle his size anymore and my legs begin to shake as tears still line my cheeks."After that, you will be mine forever, for all the ages to come, all the summers and winters, all the years into infinity. Every day I will make it clear to you again that you are mine while everyone else will bow at your feet."He pushes my head towards his with his hand and he stares into my teary eyes that are full of fear of what awaits me while his are empty as always. Black, dark and beautiful, he presses his lips to mine while his hips keep moving. No longer able to control my body, a wave of pleasure washes over my body. I moan loudly into his mouth and his hand squeezes my stomach as if the words make him lose some control for the first time. My eyes close as the wave submerges me, no time to recover as his hips continue to move.My hand buries itself in his hair and I pull, dropping myself forward onto the table, pulling him along with me. His body completely covers mine, the book under my face, my cheeks glued to the letters.“Say you're mine.” My voice cracks and the words leave my mouth in a stuttering manner. He squeezes my stomach harder and in response I pull harder on his hair. The tears continue to flow uncontrollably down my cheeks because of the words from the book but now also because of the desire for the two words I want to hear.His breathing rushes across my face, his heart pounds on my back, sheltered beneath his malice. “Say you're mine.” This time it sounds more desperate than last time, he tries to bury himself even deeper in me to show his dominance.Fighting against each other, His hair twisted around my fingers and his nails in my stomach. both unable to give in clinging to our struggle for dominance. My other hand, joined in his hair, I pull his head further forward.I strain my walls to his erection, almost unable to move, he groans against my face. His movements become slower, his hand squeezes the skin of my stomach. My moans in his ear in anticipation of the two redeeming words.Fighting his own pleasure, unable to control himself for the first time, his other hand moves to my neck and he pulls my head towards his shoulder."I'm yours." Freed from the anticipation, I let go of control and an orgasm washes over me while his is palpable and he jerkily releases himself inside me. His grip weakens and the pain begins to feel in my neck and stomach. I free my hands from his hair where curls hang around my fingers. Offended by my attempt at dominance, he lies still on me as if I robbed him of his power with two words.He slowly rises, I slide off the table and with the last bit of strength in my legs I turn around and lean against the table while I look at him. He stares at me, his white skin slightly discolored on his cheeks, his hair never so disheveled and his breathing uncontrolled by anger, impotence and his secret pleasure. He puts his hand on my cheek and stares at me in silence, fighting with himself."I'm yours." His voice hoarse and uncertain, his eyes fearful. The man who manipulates everything successfully scared by two words that rob him of a small piece of power.I smile and rest my head on his chest as he stares into space and moves his hand to the back of my head. He pushes my head against his chest and I wrap my arms around his waist. "When?" He looks down and I look up "When you have chosen a victim." I nod, knowing I'm procrastinating if I refuse. If that is what it takes to ensure I can stay with him, I will do what it takes.